Biography of Masiela Lusha
European born actress/writer Masiela Lusha portrayed ‘Carmen Lopez’ for five seasons as George Lopez’s rebellious and passionate daughter on the syndicated ABC series, “George Lopez”. Raised in Tirana, Albania; Budapest, Hungary; and Vienna, Austria, Masiela settled with her mother in Michigan at the age of seven. English is her fourth language.
Masiela has been named “The Youngest Author in the World” to publish a book in two languages. She designed the cover herself at the age of twelve, and was also named as one of “The Best Top Ten Talented Poets for North America, ” for her first book “Inner Thoughts.” She views writing as an expression of herself where she can “create secret worlds without boundaries, ” and currently her second book of poetry “Drinking the Moon” will be released in print this summer by Dorrance Publishing. Through her poetry she paints portraits of character, human emotions, experience, insecurity, and pride; and reflects on the betrayal of friendships, and on the society surrounding her.
Her writing also includes screenplays, short stories, and her first novel, “The Bessa” which is in its fourth chapter. She is currently drafting an essay on why poetry could never die.
Masiela graduated from high school at 15, and was warmly accepted as a junior to UCLA at the age of eighteen, majoring in English. In her spare time she also enjoys affiliating with Reading Programs around the country where she promotes the utter importance of understanding and appreciating the written language.
Before becoming an actor, she was named by Teen Magazine as one of five to “Most Likely to Succeed” in 2000. Overcoming language and culture barriers, Masiela feels she has had many examples that have set the precedence in her life of knowing that one can accomplish anything and everything if one believes and has the courage to make things happen.
After arriving in Michigan, Masiela first gained attention by modeling. She was discovered among 600 aspiring actors by a Los Angeles based talent agent, and shortly there after was one of three invited to Hollywood at the age of thirteen. She loves honing her craft in front of the camera and exploring different characters, and continues to actively pave her path to success as an actress and author.
For more information on Masiela's experiences as an actress, please visit the International Movie Database at: www.IMDB.com
Masiela Lusha's Works:
Inner Thoughts (1998)
Drinking the Moon (2006)
Masiela Lusha Poems
A Man of Forty
A man of forty. Forty years the child. His eyes don't see me but his mother. His past. And like a child he wanders Clean through the tunnels of his time.
Call Us Women
All you men... What lies in your fists? In your eyes,
A Translation of Mother Theresa's poem, ...
A Translation of Mother Theresa’s 'Jeta' Life
The Polite Sea
By the polite sea I rest, Engaging in attention And words. By the sea I lay, by the sea I pray,
Night and Tears
Your whisper cannot ride the louder wind... Your frown becomes the night, The owl, high and hidden delights in song And does not meet your broken eyes.
Drinking the Moon
I have planned and dreamt of this trophy of gold, The halo of silver, around in which it molds. I have cradles this idea and nursed it to true plan, I have fed it seeds of confidence, O this is so grand!
Full Moon- A Siren's Song
They blame you for the celebrated madness- For the tearing open of beasts' throats, Releasing demons into the twilight waves of lull.
Fruits of Tribute
When mores bind this flesh and spirit Into one man of mortal pride and truth, When two drops of tranquil waters Fill his sight's hollows with tranquil views.
I Dig for Nothing
I dig for nothing tonight. No stars. I cannot find The constant moon. I could write about the moon
I Cannot Love You Honestly
I wish to bend your smiles so as better To ease my truth. I had lost the form of loving When you last battled my love with yours.
My Mind's Leopard
I cannot chain you. I shut my eyes, and there you dive Against the backdropp of veined darkness, Roaming in the jungle of my starry mind,
The Virgin Statue
The fiery frolic of Venus's omen Released the embers from Pygmalion's heart, Crackling against the statue's abdomen Till her ivory lips broke apart.
A carved stone can reign like a mountain, Only to be meat in natures jaw. But no wind or snow can tumble Into the steel minds of humanity and memory-
On Christmas morning we visit the marked stones, The grass, the pots of fresh Paradise Birds, Magnolias, Christmas trees, And we visit the names.
Near. So near that you can kiss me.
I can see the gods dancing
Inside your belly,
And they break away star by star
From the tips of your curling
Fingers pointing up to their bed of waiting
You release them, and you send them away.